haven't watched the recent lore but the conversation abt cwilbur in utah is hilarious. i'm gonna get over there just to give him a shitty sandcastle to live in. like some washed up crab unlucky enough to be scooped up by my bucket and is now sentenced to 10 years in sand castle
haven't watched the recent lore but the conversation abt cwilbur in utah is hilarious. i'm gonna get over there just to give him a shitty sandcastle to live in. like some washed up crab unlucky enough to be scooped up by my bucket and is now sentenced to 10 years in sand castle
haven't watched the recent lore but the conversation abt cwilbur in utah is hilarious. i'm gonna get over there just to give him a shitty sandcastle to live in. like some washed up crab unlucky enough to be scooped up by my bucket and is now sentenced to 10 years in sand castle
1. FIRST, create a picrew using this maker, and then 2. SECOND take this quiz on how fandom would see you if you were a fictional character. 3 (THIRD) POST YOUR PIC AND YOUR DESCRIPTION IN THE REBLOG!
Bastard (Good)
You’re a bastard. A wet cat, if you will. And we love you for it. You’re a little shit, but in the good way. You are the baddest babygirl. You killed a man, but you looked good doing it. You flirted with the hero and the enemy. All of Tumblr is madly in love with you. Congrats, I guess?
Tagging EVERYONE but especially @magicaltear, @the-beeses-kneeses, @wafflesrisa, @mykingdomforapen, @marbat, @scientistsinistral, @halberdierminister!
Thanks for the tag @weirdbutnicesblog because this was really fun to do!
The Hot One
You’re that one hunk that EVERYONE has a crush on. Your wit and charm is known to make fangirls faint, and half of the entire fandom’s thirst posts are about you. You could eat a cookie and everyone would lose their shit. Congrats, dude.
You’re a bastard. A wet cat, if you will. And we love you for it. You’re a little shit, but in the good way. You are the baddest babygirl. You killed a man, but you looked good doing it. You flirted with the hero and the enemy. All of Tumblr is madly in love with you. Congrats, I guess?
tagging: @tenebris-aurea @life-is-arrowing @parotcardsroxy and anybody else who wants to do it!
You have a past you’d prefer not to think about, but boy oh boy does it like to think about you. A bad parent, an old enemy, a job that ended in disaster. No matter how far your run or how well you hide, it will find you eventually.
tagging: @lady-vir @crispy-milk @fartpisses and anyone else
You’re just a little too likable to live. From the moment you were introduced, we all knew you were a goner, not matter how many wanted to keep you. You are the subject of so, so, so many fix-it fics written by crying fans who just want their blorbo back, but you’re still dead in cannon.
You have so, so much fanfiction, either because you’re so shippable, or because you’re hot. Maybe both. Probably both. You definitely flirt with everyone, either way. Tumblr and Twitter love you and showers you with queer headcanons. Reddit keeps a safe distance.
Aight, tagging: @ice-cream-sodaaaaa @almighty-shortest @tundra-iguana @shiftywing and of course anyone that wants to join :)
You’re the cute one, the fluffy one, the golden retriever. You are probably very physically affectionate, get excited easily, and you will do everything to help your friends. Even if you aren’t the smartest member of the team, you are still vital due to your bravery and charm.
You might not be the main character, but you’re still very important. You’re the older, or at least wiser one, who guides all those little youngins to victory. They may not always listen to you, but at least they respect you. The fandom looks on you as either a MILF/DILF, the lovable cooky old guy, or the one who really, really needs a break. Maybe all three. Probably all three.
:))) @ice-cream-sodaaaaa @tundra-iguana uhh I have no idea who else to tag aksjsjdgdk
You’re the baby. The little meow meow. The ultimate cinnamon roll. Everyone loves you, you’d have to be insane not to. All you want is for your friends to be happy, and you will do anything to make that a reality. You truly deserve everything. Anything I can get you, by the way?
(IDK MAN THAT DOESNT SEEM TRUE AISHDSFDH BUT HERE YA GO SOME FRIENDS :DDDD) @m1dnight-rains @kurtsworld969 @multiverse-paintress @empire-kinhelp
You’re the weird one, the one that half of tumblr babygirls and all of twitter is slightly scared of. You’re probably autism-coded, and you probably also know some vital information that you shouldn’t, for some reason.
thanks for the tag ghost. smile -omori
@kiss-track @oceanic-kinnie @nectar-kinbakery do this/nf
> Bastard (Good) - You’re a bastard. A wet cat, if you will. And we love you for it. You’re a little shit, but in the good way. You are the baddest babygirl. You killed a man, but you looked good doing it. You flirted with the hero and the enemy. All of Tumblr is madly in love with you. Congrats, I guess?
You’re the character who carries snacks, who takes care of the rest of the cast. You make sure they eat, stop them from dying, and keep them out of trouble as best you can. and when they do get into trouble, you try your best to get them out of it. Good on you, dude.
You hold the fandom record for most angst edits. The fandom is divided over "I can fix them" and "I can make them worse." You have some severe past trauma and are probably queercoded. The writers had a lot of fun giving you more layers than an onion.
they really called me out huh. /lh
anyways! anyone can join in, but for pings : @c-jschlatt @tommy-trusty
hello! for mental health purposes, i've decided to close down this blog. it's also not for that reason only! i've been wanting to set up a proper social media platform for drawing, so that i can start comms and essentially give it a more professional treatment so this goes beyond a hobby. i'll be moving to @/clowncapriccio , and i'll deactivate this account in a few. *
thank y'all for stopping by!
* edit : i'll still keep this account up, and i will be mainly reblogging content etc etc, but my original posts will be little to none and there will be no artworks posted here.
HI HELLO 🐥🐥 i figured i should try and send in an ask bc. i wanted to during ur guys' past blog and this new one has Awakened something in me /lh. can i have general hcs for a las nevadas quackity with charlie slimecicle!! an extra is that he was a shapeshifter :]
YEYE
>charlie tends to just. hold his hand for no reason, but its gotten to the point q is ambidextrous so that he's still able to work
>q and charlie stim together i Know this
>q tends to flap his wings A Lot so charlie has a habit of flapping his hands in tune
>anytime they're free they tend to play poker together, charlie is somehow amazing at it and q has no idea how
>charlie likes to copy what quackity looks like, clothes, haircuts, anything he can just for fun
hope these are alright :)
hello!! YOO it's been a bit since i checked in but Y'ALL ARE POPPING THE FUCK OFF!! i hope y'all are doing well!! i also have a req if it's alright WHWH
can i have a writing/drabble!! specifically during las nevadas!! i am not too picky on what would be written down, i'd love it either way, but for details : could it be about a revived schlatt and wilbur in las nevadas with me (quackity) trying to cook dinner and teaching them how to do it as well? they are absolutely Not getting the hang of it, and it's mostly just everyone being annoyed but in a lighthearted way!!
+ we were all dating each other, so schlatt was pretty flirty and wilbur piled in on it and it often got them light bonks on the head with whatever i held at the time!! sorry again if this is a lot, no pressure to get this done asap btw !!
hey. so. and i say this oh so sheepishly. i may have gone very overboard. something possessed me, your request took me by hold and absolutely popped off. so underneath is 1.5k(for reference, thats around like. 2 and a half pages with barely any line breaks) words of election trio struggling to cook. i REALLY hope you enjoy because. i. uh. yeah. enjoy !!!
drabble for quackity, with romantic election trio(quackity, schlatt and wilbur) trying to cook !!
drabble under the cut
Usually, the night time of Las Nevadas was a busy, bustling place, whirring with life and chatter as streetlights illuminated it, folks walking past to their destination. But today, there was a lack of such foot traffic- Due to the fact that it was a public holiday. Quackity, after much convincing from Schlatt and a little bit of pleading from Wilbur, closed the casino for a day to take a break- But of course, a good man's work is never over. Here, the casino owner was assigned the task to make dinner, as he did every night. But this night, Quackity wanted something different, so he had dragged Schlatt and Wilbur off their asses and tugged them to the kitchen, and suited them up. A lopsided chef's apron hung off of Schlatt's horns, the white cap caught on it and Wilbur snickered at him , at how bewildered the ram hybrid looked. before Wilbur was yoinked and a frilly pink apron was put over his jacket- and when Quackity's fingers brushed against the brown fabric, he turned up his nose, practically feeling the dust; If he patted Wilbur down, he was sure a duststorm could form from the amount of muck. But Wilbur was very good at sneaking the jacket past and using sly words to get permission to wear it. Schlatt rolled his eyes at the dramatics.
Quackity rubbed his hands together, before washing them, gesturing for the others to as well- Of course, neither man made a move. Quackity placed his hands on his hips. "Wash your hands, and then we can start." Schlatt crossed his arms over his chest, one of his brown ram ears twitching. "What if I don't want to?" He retorted, and Wilbur scoffed. "You're so stubborn-" He complained, shoving lightly past Schlatt to wash his hands and send Quackity an angelically sweet smile. Quackity did not fall for it, even as Wilbur batted his eyelashes. Grumbling, but fighting off a smile, Schlatt nudged past Wilbur to also wash his hands. "Says yourself, loverboy." The resurrected ram shot back, and Wilbur opened his mouth, clearly to send back some snarky remark, but Quackity cleared his throat, already sure of a migrane forming. "Okay! Now that we have completed the most *basic* step-" He expressed, and Wilbur and Schlatt had the gall to look the slightest bit sheepish. "We will get onto making something easy! No ovens or hot things," His eye narrowed towards Wilbur, who held up hands in mock surrender, but neither man missed it as Schlatt commented under his breath, "There's already two hot things right in front of my eyes." Quackity straightened himself, as Wilbur grinned rather smugly, even as Schlatt reached out to tug the taller, lankier revived man closer.
Quackity smiled slightly at their shenanigans. "We will be making just a small salad!" Both Schlatt and Wilbur began to complain- Loudly. Funnily enough, they both insisted burgers. Wilbur pointed at himself. "I ran a fucking burger van! I can cook perfectly fine, you don't need to go *easy* on us-" Schlatt snickered, shaking his head. "Didn't you get that Ranboo kid to make it all for you?" He asked Wilbur, who immediately placed his hand over Schlatt's mouth with a calm, slightly forced smile. "Shut the fuck up, I did say that I *ran* it-" But before the two could bicker playfully again, Quackity picked up two spatulas, that were Wilbur scoffed. "You wank stain, I just washed them, now I need to wash them again!" Wilbur complained, but not genuinely upset, merely playing it up for theatrics. "You seemed perfectly happy whenever Quackity did i-"
Quackity hit them both over the head, a light bonk, and they both went quiet, huffing almost in sync. Quackity directed the two to what to do, with Wilbur cutting tomatos and Schlatt peeling the carrots, as Quackity began to chop up the lettuce, sighing. Quackity was doing well with it, he thought, and there was a peaceful quietness that settled over the three, until there was the shuffling of feet, and Quackity felt Schlatt behind him, keeping a little space for Quackity's wings, resting his chin on Quackity's shoulder, mutton chops tickling at Quackity's skin. Quackity sighed and leaned back into the gentle hold, waiting for the moment that- "You pricks, don't you- fucking be cute without me." And Quackity felt his front bump against the counter as Wilbur presumably wrapped himself around the two, his hand holding lightly onto Quackity's nice white shirt.
Quackity let himself relax for a moment- Which was his first mistake, because all of a sudden, very softly, both Schlatt and Quackity heard Wilbur whisper a soft, "Whoopsies.." Schlatt groaned softly, pressing his forehead against Quackity, ram horns pressing not uncomfortably against Quackity. "Wilbur, the fuck did you do?" Quackity spoke, and Wilbur ran his tongue over his teeth, before chuckling, a touch of nervousness to it. "...I might've had a tomato in my hand." He said, and suddenly Quackity was painfully aware of the slightly wet spot on his shirt, where Wilbur had been holding, Shrugging his shoulders to get both Wilbur and Schlatt off, Quackity pulled his shirt forward a bit to look at it- The white button-up was now stained with a touch of red, and he looked at Wilbur, with mild annoyance in his eyes. Wilbur only shot him a smile. Schlatt glanced down at the stain, before snorting. "Wilbur, that's a subtle way to get him to take his shirt off-" Wilbur shot a grin, like that was totally what his goal was, and Quackity rolled his eyes fondly. "I'm gonna change my shirt and wash this, finish up the salad you two." Quackity said, spinning on his heel to walk off. As he went, he could hear Schlatt and Wilbur's voices getting softer as they obviously discussed, and Quackity went upstairs, taking off the shirt to clean and putting on a new one with a sigh. He looked at himself in the mirror, and smiled slightly, about to leave calmly-
When a sharp, piercing shrieking noise cut through and made him jolt. Quackity rushed downstairs at the sound of the fire alarm, to see what the actual *fuck* happened, and there stood Wilbur and Schlatt, yelling and screeching at a pot that seemed to be completely lit on fire, Wilbur holding it as he shook it, and Schlatt shaking Wilbur himself. Quackity was dumbfounded for a moment, before swiftly grabbing the fire extinguisher and spraying out the fire. Wilbur put it down with a huff, dusting his hands off. Schlatt leaned against the marble island counter, chuckling a little, though his expression betrayed him. Wilbur, however, didn't even try to hide it, trying to look like a combination of a deer caught in headlights and absolute smugness oozing from him. "...what happened- we- We were making *salad*!! You don't nee to cook anything, how- How did you fucking make a fire- what-!?" Quackity exclaimed, breathing into incredulous laughter, all three of them giggling at the ridiculousness of the situation. Wilbur cleared his throat. "...well, I decided to make it spicy." He shrugged, smiling. Quackity stared at him for a few moments as Schlatt murmured, "Well *I* can make it spicier-" Quackity held up a finger to shush the ram, just watching Wilbur, whose confidence didn't dwindle once.
"...I'm never ever letting you cook again." Wilbur fistpumped the air and Schlatt was clearly about to it, when Quackity looked at him. "You, however, you can cook with me, because you don't catch the *lettuce on fire*-" He spoke pointedly and Schlatt huffed, Wilbur sauntering over to lean close to Schlatt, their faces inches apart. "...sucks to suck." The man said, snickering as he lazily walked to one of the armchairs and sat down, reaching into his pocket to full out a cigarette. Schlatt's nose twitched, and he huffed. "Don't fucking smoke in the flat, Wilbur, you know it stinks it up-" A mocking grumbling tone followed Wilbur out the door as he went to smoke on the balcony, and Quackity sighed, looking at the mess of a kitchen in front of him.
"...I'm just ordering takeout. Go ask Wilbur what he wants." Quackity told Schlatt, who grinned, nodded and walked out after the other man. Quackity ran a hand through his hair, sighing. While they were difficult idiots sometimes, they were his difficult idiots. And he wouldn't trade it for the world, flaming pots and clinginess included. He smiled, and began to clean up.
Schlatt walked out. "Mission successful." He said, as he and Wilbur fistbumped as the taller had a cigarette hanging from his lips. "...nice apron, by the way." Schlatt said, very obviously letting his eyes rake up and down Wilbur's form. "I can see why Quackity chose it." Wilbur rolled his eyes. "You don't even want to hear about the outfit he has planned for you."
"What?" Schlatt asked, confused.
Wilbur grinned, taking a drag of his cigarette.
"What- Wilbur- What the fuck did you just say- Quackity!!"
While Las Nevadas was usually bustling, the quietness of the city fostered the kindling of the three's love, chaos and energy, and their flat whirred with life and voices, echoing far into the skyline.
OOHHHH boy that was a lot of writing y mind is numb now i was supposed to be doing classics . oh well. please enjoy. i dont know how to end fluff whatsoever. now my mind is on the duo of tnt sniff. shakes . have a wonderful day !!
waves!! i rly did see my mutuals be mods on this blog and RAN to send a req /pos!! can i get a letter from dsmp/revived wilbur to quackity (yours truly) about how his days have been better? preferably with mentions of our sunflower plant growing well, and how he learned to enjoy stargazing before sunrises? ( a little addition would be missing each other / slight romantic stuff, but nothing too sappy if that's okay!! ) HWHWH SORRY I TYPED A LOT WA
of course !! here you go, apologies for the wait, i was asleep . i tried to fit all the prompts in, and trid to make it not too sappy ^^;
My Dearest, Quackity
How have you been lately? I hope you've been doing well! As a matter of fact, I've been doing rather stupendous- I think it's a miracle from our sunflower. I've been doing a lot better as of late, and it's…Well, it would be more complete with you by my side, but I can hardly complain. The sunflower is growing well, I'd give it a few more days before it opens up fully, but looking over at it now, I can see some yellow petals peeking through. Sunflowers mean longevity and loyalty, did you know? I wonder if that means something about us... Either way, it's growing to be a strong and healthy flower. Perhaps it's a sign.
Have I ever mentioned how gorgeous the stars shine before sunrise? It's a habit I've found myself getting into lately- Waiting before the dawn was always something I did, but it had always been in anticipation for the sun rising over the horizon itself. But now…There's a blessèd tranquility and peace that comes with the world being asleep before dawn, where the stars shine unmatched in their comfy rule. It's not akin to an opening act before the sunrise, no…I would say it's just as much of a show, now that I think about it. It's a routine I enjoy a lot- If you'd like, we could do it together sometime?
But yes, things have been getting better for me-And I pray the same for you, always my best wishes for you. I miss you a lot, Quackity. I want to watch our sunflower bloom with you by my side, watching the stars twinkle above us.
Hopefully I can see you soon, I have plenty of stories to tell about the stars and how…calming this "mundane" life can be.
Yours Always,
Wilbur Soot
P.S., Did you know sunflowers have a third meaning; adoration. I think it's an understatement to my feelings.
hope you enjoyed it ! i haven't had the best practise with writing lately and would like to get my writers block g o n e ahaha, but thank you for requesting and have a wonderful day !
> c!karlnapity moodboard for @/irl-quackity with themes of hugging, hand holding and love letters!
> let me know if you want anything changed!
> im super super sorry, we struggled a ton to find stuff that fit the request so i just decided to really push the lovecore theme, hope that's alright :]
> im 99% sure this was meant for valentine's day, and that would make it fairly late, to say the least, so in that case, im really really sorry ^^"
